and these crappy candy hearts haunt my dreams

it's stupid

i know

i'm being stupid

i just want to see you and for you to press one into my palm

sticky, sweaty

like third graders giggling

from between our crooked teeth

for the blush to kiss my cheeks

as you kiss it back

and to just hold your hand under the table in maths class like an idiot

there is nothing worse

than a young crush

the thing is

i just want to be grown-up with anyone but you

and yet i'm sure

we could swim all day

and i would feel nothing but happy

to go home with a crinkled flower clasped in my hand

with it's bitten nails framing the purple portrait

of love that grew on a tree

sweet as a little heart

i know you ate the rest of the packet

it lay around your lips

but the caption

small message among millions

pumped out of a smog-spewing factory

but let's be children

and forget that

all i remember is the individuality of that stamp

right on my heat

be mine.